I'm actually pretty neutral about a lot of things. I'm like Switzerland with a penis.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
He woke up licked his hand and put it on my vag and went back to sleep. This is twice this week and its only wednesday
It was only 12:11 and I needed to make a Pepto Latte and call it a night, I don't remember that being part of my new years resolution.
When we started taking double shots of vodka and chasing it with a lick of fruit roll-ups, I knew there'd be hell to pay in the morning.
God my Facebook chat is a graveyard of old blowjobz
You better of fucked him last night or do it now because he is buying all the roommates McDonald's.
I think all the stress in my life right now can be directly correlated with never winning a game of Bop It as a child.
It was everywhere. My dick was a sprinkler of lost future children.
Okay, I just got to our real hotel and the YMCA may have been a better choice. A man w/ no shirt on
I was a little curious what "unspeakable" things he could possibly do to my feet
I feel like the first time i have to use my accident insurance its going to be in some sex mishap with you.
Willing booties have sort of a tractor beam for me.
I woke up on a different floor than I went to sleep on. Can't find my shoes.
I just want to get high and watch Dr. Pimple Popper.
Randomize
